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A more skeptical person might say that the way things worked out
was all due to my stubborn nature, but a God-fearing lady, I choose to
believe it was His intervention that got us to where we are now---which is to
say, NOT moving to a Mormon Mansion.

You see, after a lot of back-and-forth and negotiations and
compromises, I had agreed to move to the large house on 82 acres, 30 minutes
away from town. I consoled myself with the knowledge that I would get to redo
the house exactly the way I wanted with no argument from my husband and that
the superior school system was worth it--or, if nothing else, by sacrificing
what I wanted now, I'd be building stories onto my mansion in Heaven while Dom
would be consigned to the position of my celestial landscaper once we reached
the hereafter.

But, that didn't happen! Instead, while we were waiting to sign
back a counter offer to the sellers of the MM, a differen…

After several years out here in the land of Birkenstocks, rain boots and granola, I still stubbornly cling to my Southern heritage. I also want to document events from my children's childhood so that when they come to me for details to give their therapists, I can point them here. I hope to find a lot of opportunities to talk about my family back in Georgia, my husband, our brood of young children and our dog, Kami, and try to give y'all some insight into why I am the way I am and why my husband should give up on me ever considering myself a true Oregonian.